If I were to let my woes out unto the river
It would overflow and raze all to the ground
Rivals would get in between us
I fear my beloved would fade away from my life
A moth does not play safe with fire
I have been risking life and limb for you
Load your rifle and aim on me
I got ninety nine wounds, what's one more
I want to climb a great mountain
The trees are adorned in their green leaves
Time flies, my skin crumbles to dust
Becomes one with earth and blows away